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my dear diary @ it's just you & me tonight i measure time in meters now (two four, sometimes six eight) distance in dialtones & songs (it takes four tracks to get to your house) i swear to myself now, and laugh out loud, i make love to [nothing] the beat of that melody (the one we heard her sing) showing only knowing that there’s something to be thought, some cause and effect type formula that causes the carefulness in my eyes to stutter & stop because love is the only answer time is money honey & i’m all out, then the ‘hey, i wanted to say…” is short i think ‘this is my voice, this is how it sounds this is my voice, can you feel it this is my voice do you hear me this is me my eyes my lips my skin my heart this is me and all that i contain can you feel it do you hear me?’ i say [soundlessly & breathless] nothing but i expect my trembling to say enough Older Entries |
